"Pancake … freshly baked pancake … fragrant pancake …" Sparks flashed, illuminating an honest face.
"I'd like two pancakes." A young man in a blue scholar's robe walked over. He took out two copper coins from his pocket and slapped them on the pancake stall. The young man's clothes were thin and his bones were weak. It seemed that he was afraid of the cold. He curled up into a ball and quickly hid his hands in his sleeves.
"It'll be ready soon." The honest face squeezed out a smile. This was the best way to thank a customer who took care of his business. "It snowed for three months last winter. I'm afraid it'll be the same this year. Little Xiucai, take care of your body. Don't freeze. You'll be the top scorer in the future. "
"Thank you, uncle." The young man smiled and said, "However, not everyone can be the top scorer."
"I see that you're quick-witted. You're very lucky. You'll definitely be the top scorer."
"Thank you very much. If I, Hong Xiu, can become a Xiucai, I'll come over and write an inscription for you. As for this pancake, I'll change its name to Top Scorer Pancake … "
The young man reached out to take the pancake. The pancake was boiling hot and steaming. It seemed that the young man was afraid to touch it.
"Little Xiucai has delicate skin and tender flesh." The uncle looked at the young man's outstretched hand and said, "Don't be afraid. Eat it while it's hot."
"Thank you, uncle." The young man reached out to take the pancake.
In a flash, the young man had already grasped the uncle's wrist.
"You're not a Xiucai." The uncle's eyes were like knives as he stared at the young man's eyes.
"You're not a pancake seller either." The smile on the young man's face was still there.
"You know who I am. How dare you attack me?"
"Not only you … all the domestic wolves and wild dogs raised by the Song Family must die."
As the young Xiucai spoke, five sharp spikes suddenly grew out of his five fingers. The five sharp thorns fiercely stabbed towards the uncle's throat.
Bang …
Uncle Cooked Biscuit moved like lightning, grabbing the murderous arm of the young scholar in one move. The five spikes were about to reach the burly man's neck, but they couldn't advance any further.
"So the Elementary Scholar is actually a little girl. I'm afraid you don't have enough strength, right?" The burly man's face was full of ridicule.
"Those who compete in strength are boorish men." The smile on the Elementary Scholar's face became even more strange. "I am an assassin."
As he spoke, the five fingers of the young scholar that were holding onto the man's wrist also grew spikes.
Kacha …
The young scholar stabbed down with all his might, and one of the burly man's arms was forcibly cut off by him.
"Ah …"
The burly man cried out in pain.
Taking advantage of his distracted state of mind, the five spikes on the little scholar's fingers pierced into his chest at lightning speed.
Screech …
The sound of flesh being cut could be heard.
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"Lady boss, I want to buy a box of rouge …"
"Which one does Miss like?"
"Madam, can you recommend one for me?"
"I think this box of Ghost-faced Sakura is pretty good. It makes the skin white and tender, just like cherry blossom petals …"
"Is that so? Then, Lady Boss, help me try it … "
"No problem. Miss is so pretty. You must be very beautiful after applying our rouge … "
The lady boss unscrewed the rouge box, dipped a little bit of rouge on her fingertip, and then smeared it on the customer's face …
Screech …
She only felt a pain in her abdomen.
When she lowered her head, a slender dagger was stabbed into her stomach.
"You … you …"
"The rouge is very good." The young girl took the rouge box from the lady boss and said softly, "I like it."
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In the Yi Hong Courtyard.
"Sir, please come inside … Does this gentleman have a lady he likes? Can I help you arrange it?"
Screech …
The big head had already fallen to the ground.
"Ah … Murder …"
"Help … Help …"
"Run …"
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The character "Xi" on the window was still bright red, and the red silk on the beam was also extremely dazzling. The big red lanterns hanging at the door were burning fiercely. They were specially added with White Wolf Oil to keep the fire burning, and at the same time, emitted a refreshing fragrance. Even the clothes of all the clansmen of the Song Family were newly made. There was a fresh smell of new satin when one smelled it carefully.
Every detail of a prosperous family could be highlighted.
However, all of this only made people feel ironic and dazzling at this time. Unbearable.
The Song clan's mansion. The Song clan had gathered in one hall.
Just a moment ago it was decorated with lanterns and coloured banners. There were sounds of laughter and guests gathered. All the high-ranking officials and wealthy families had come to congratulate them, and even the high and mighty Emperor of West Wind had personally come to drink a cup of tea and wine. This was the time for the Song clan to once again show their supreme authority and glory to the capital and even the entire West Wind Kingdom.
However, what no one expected was that the world was unpredictable and unpredictable.
The group of people who were swaggering in front of people just now had fallen from heaven to hell in just a moment.
"Is there any news from Old immortal?" Song Zhongmou asked aloud.
At this time, Song Zhongmou was standing in the middle of the hall, tall and strong, but his cheeks were abnormally thin, and his facial features gave off a sharp feeling.
Song Zhongmou's expression was calm, his tone was firm, and his back was as straight as a pine tree. If Song Gudu was the soul of the Song clan, then Song Zhongmou was the leading wolf of the Song clan. A pack of wolves tearing apart a tiger was always successful.
As the patriarch of the Song clan, he must maintain restraint and calm at this time. If he also panicked, who could save the Song clan? He was afraid that the Song enterprise would really be pushed to the ground with a rumble.
"There was no news." Song Weidong said in a low voice. "I have sent six groups of people to visit Old immortal, but there was no news from those six groups of people. Young master Tingyun also personally rushed to the main tent of the city defense camp, ready to send the Qilin army to rescue Old immortal — — until now there has been no news. "
"Did you go to the city defense camp to inquire?" Song Zhongmou raised his brows, feeling of uneasiness growing stronger. Old immortal lived outside the city. The Song family had sent six groups of people to visit Old immortal, but in the end no one came back to report.
What did this mean?
This meant that the Song family's residence had been monitored and surrounded. As long as someone went out of the Song family's residence, they would soon be followed and killed. No one was spared.
"Who dares to do this?" Song Zhongmou pondered over the answer to this question. This feeling was very bad, and it made him very scared. The enemy was right in front of them, the Song clan was surrounded like dumplings, but they did not know who the enemy was — —
Was it just that little dragon?
That was impossible.
The little dragon did have the strength, and the Lu clan had also buried some chess pieces in Tiandu. But if it was just those people, it was not enough to shake the foundation of the Song clan.
It was hard for outsiders to imagine how deep the Song clan's foundation was in Tiandu, and how many experts of the Song clan were lying in ambush on Black Tortoise Street in front of the door — —
The waiter of the bun shop, the owner of the rouge shop, the strong man who pushed the cart and sold pancakes, and the girls of the Purple Jade House and the Red Joy Courtyard — —
If someone dared to harm the Song clan, there was no need for the people inside the Song family to act, the forces outside were enough to wipe them out.
But now, no one in the inner residence could go out, and no one could come in to report the news — —
That proved that all these people had been killed.
"I sent someone to the City Defense Camp, but there was no news." Song Weidong and Xiaoxin replied, "Zhang Siyuan, the commander of the City Defense Camp, is one of us. There should be no problem with him, right?"
"There has been no news until now, do you still think Zhang Siyuan is one of us?" Song Zhongmou's eyes finally showed a hint of killing intent, and he said in a cold voice, "With Zhang Siyuan's ability and means, how could he be kept in the dark after such a thing happened in Tiandu? If he knew everything, but stayed in the camp and did not move — — his thoughts are worth speculating. "
Song Zhongmou did not know that the old immortal of the Song family, Song Gudu, had been cured, so he still had great hope that the Song clan could survive this difficulty. Furthermore, he didn't fully expect things to develop to such a severe extent.
Because in his heart, the old immortal would not die.
As long as the old immortal did not die, what could the few lonely ghosts that occasionally jumped out do? Over the past thousand years, the Song clan had encountered many dangers. Compared with the previous experiences, this time was really not a big deal — —
It was just that they were all trapped in Tiandu, or in the Song residence. What was going on outside? Old immortal — — should be fine, right?
"How about — — I go out in person?" Song Weidong said aloud. "I'll go to the City Defense Camp and see what happened to Young Master Tingyun in the City Defense Camp — — It's naturally better if nothing happens. If something happens, I can also help a little. When Young Master Tingyun comes out, we will lead thousands of Qilin army elites to the old residence to protect the old immortal, and the predicament the family is facing will be easily solved. "
Song Zhongmou pondered for a moment, then said, "Alright. Someone has to go out and see what's going on. Weidong, I will now assign half of the guards in the mansion to you to protect your safety. If something happens to Tingyun, they can also help. There shouldn't be any problem — — "
"Master, I only have two or three people, the others should stay in the mansion."
"What? Do you think someone dares to come to my Song clan's mansion and behave atrociously? If that's the case, our Song clan is not far from destruction — — "Song Zhongmou said with an arrogant look." The old immortal is still here, who dares to do such evil things? Don't they want their heads on their necks? "
Gu Qinglin, who had been sitting next to him without saying a word, also said aloud, "Yes. Even if the situation is rotten, it won't be that bad — — As long as Tingyun gets out of trouble, or the old immortal knows what happened in the city — — those rascals will disappear automatically. "
Before his voice faded, there was the sound of clanking armors outside the Song residence.
A servant rushed in and shouted anxiously, "Master, Master — — our Song residence is surrounded — —"
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